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| "My Beautiful Sinking Ship" by vbagiatis |
I could've fled long ago. Yes, I
recognize this now. There was no hope once, and, again, I'm stomping
on solid ground, just to get deeper. Futures are uncertain, but these
gashes are a little less subtle. The knife could've been cleaner,
but, no, the feeling couldn't have been sweeter.
I'm drowning, slowly but surely.
Nonetheless, my eyes close beneath the warm water of a shower more
comforting than her. These
“cursed” thoughts of her...Loving
her still would be easier, I know. Holding her in my arms would bring
so much joy, I know. Yet, I can't give in. No, I mustn't give in.
I
could've left these thoughts long ago. Still, nothing's happier than
missing what I once had. Nothing's more concrete than the pain I feel
now that it's no longer relevant. Alas, I'm alone on a sinking ship.
The solid ground's given out. The water has dried up over my head.
And, still, I stand at the captain's will whistling a final tune for
my latent demise as the towns in the distant catch fire from the
bridges I've burned.
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